Track Insight / Lyrics
The griddle pops and smoke rolls crazy
I scrape some toast off from the pan
Old Mr. Lee says, Don't be lazy
I hand him cream before he can
October heat is baking empty
Half-dollar signs beside the door
I pitch a little summer every
For kids who need a little more
My apron has a lemon stain
A paper sign is printed neat
Mrs. Ruiz calls me, mate
And sips my coldest tea
October heat is baking empty
Half-dollar signs beside the door
I pitch a little summer every
For kids who need a little more
At noon the hungry crowd orders nothing
A truck driver counts my silver till
A football kid, his nose is running
Buys three cups to test my will
October heat is baking empty
Half-dollar signs beside the door
I pitch a little summer every
For kids who need a little more
The fluorescent hums and flickers
The fryer cools beneath the chrome
I count the little copper stickers
One more summer, coming home
By three, the wind is sharp as steel
My fingers sting around each key
A little kid says, Winter's no deal
I point him toward the lemon tree
October heat is baking empty
Half-dollar signs beside the door
I pitch a little summer every
For kids who need a little more
At five I pack the sugar down
The buses groan beyond the glass
A boy in cleats kicks bottles round
Says, Sell your summer, let it pass
October heat is baking empty
Listen, half-dollar signs beside the door
I keep on pitching summer every time
And hold on tight, the kids need more
Last dime lands, I bend the paper
The cups go clinking in the crate
October takes another chapter
My little summer learns to wait
